I found that of the senses, the eye is the most superficial, the ear the most arrogant, smell the most voluptuous, taste the most superstitious and fickle, touch the most profound and the most philosophical.

I am thankful that in a troubled world no calamity can prevent the return of spring.

Long before I learned to do a sum in arithmetic or describe the shape of the earth, Miss Sullivan had taught me to find beauty in the fragrant woods, in every blade of grass, and in the curves and dimples of my baby sister's hand.

Life is short and unpredictable. Eat the dessert first!

I sometimes wonder if the hand is not more sensitive to the beauties of sculpture than the eye. I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen. Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses.

What really counts in life is the quiet meeting of every difficulty with the determination to get out of it all the good there is.

Oh, you think the darkness is your ally, but you merely adopted the dark. I was born in it. Molded by it.